Saturday, June 7, 2008

Number 7

Since I have problems really continue dairys because my handwriting sucks or I never have a pen handy or the pages in this little dairy are uncomfortable small, I will declare this Blog thing as my dairy.





(this will not include privat information about who I am. I'm Annie, you know my age and I will have a hamster. You can find my video production on youtube and some of my drawings on deviantart or my dozen Ian drawings on some Lostprophets fan pages as fanarts. That's all you will know about me. Every post will be about my thoughts, feelings and discussions)

Friday, June 6, 2008

Number 6

I just realized that I never want to become famous.. nobody can handle a big amount of success. no one.
marilyn monroe - suicide
elvis presley - suicide
curt cobain - suicide
everyone really famous that you can think of, is totally into drugs because otherwise they couldn't handle the success..
me as myself, i really dont want to be that famous that everyone knows me and expects me to be like they want me to be. i actually hate that. i hate that when others tell me what to be like and how to act right. i am myself and i'm proud of it and if anyone has a problem with that then it's their problem and not mine. fame.. what can you buy with it? can you buy love with fame? i dont think so.. no... it destroys you.

i just want to be me and i want to live my dream.



in honor of phil defranco who just announced giving up his youtube career.

Number 5

I hate goodbyes.

I don't hate the goodbyes I have to go through. But I hate those moments when others say goodbye to each other and tell each other all those touching feelings that just makes you cry because it is so emotional.. It touches you soo deep to see others cry so hard..
I never have a hard time saying goodbye to someone I love because if I really love this person, I know that I will stay in contact and that it is not the end. And there are just very few people that have their own little place in my heart.

What I find very sad is this moment when you go through your school where you've had good and not so good times, experiences, adventures and a lot of fun. And you realize that it will never be like this again, no matter if you visit this school in a year again. You expect that it is like it has always been, but all you find is a building without all the people that you used to have around you, and you feel like a stranger. You don't miss the friends, no.. you miss the time. your friends get older, like you. But as soon as you get out of school, the memory doesn't get old, it doesn't grow with you. It stays the same age in your head, while it is aging for others at the same time..

It's a strange feeling..


Piero

Thursday, June 5, 2008

Number 4

my hostmum just gave me a reason to get bored. my hostdad and me were watching a very interesting science program until my hostmum came in and switched to "so you think you can dance" <.< and that sucks! I prefer watching some scientists taking the DNA of t-rex and trying to clone him. that's much more fascinating than some guys jumping around and do stuff you will never be able to do because when you are an creative artist, who sits around all day drawing, your body is already too lazy to move like that. i can do one simple "i just stand on my hands and my head and put my legs up in the air"-breakdance trick, which i'm very proud of but already start to forget how that worked without losing balance...

anyway. i hope they can clone a dinosaur someday. that would be too awesome!

master of disaster